All Chapters of Amazing Ex Wife: Come Back Please: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Katelyn’s POVIt had been a month since Cayden’s sentencing. A whole month since I’d walked out of that courtroom with my heart in pieces, tucked neatly inside my chest like it didn’t hurt to carry. And yet, it did. It still did.Some mornings, I’d wake up thinking about the way he looked at me one last time. Some nights, I’d hear his voice in my dreams. But life, as it always does, kept moving. And I moved with it, because standing still wasn’t an option.At breakfast, I sat quietly across from my father in the grand dining room, the clinking of cutlery the only sound between us until he finally spoke.“Katelyn,” he began gently, setting his fork down, “have you thought about what you’d like to do next?”I looked up from my barely touched plate. “I think I’ve rested enough. I want to get back to work.”His brows lifted slightly, like he’d been expecting a different answer. “You don’t need to rush. If you’d prefer, we could arrange a world tour. First class. Servants. Your every comfo

Katelyn’s POVWe didn’t say a word at first. The silence between us during the meal could’ve sliced through concrete. Ethan and I sat across from each other in the booth, our food untouched for several long minutes. I could hear the clinking of forks and the soft murmur of other diners, but at our table, it was like the air had frozen.Ethan fidgeted with his knife, then his fork, then folded and unfolded his napkin. I stared at my plate, pushing a roasted carrot around without actually eating it.“You used to love their mashed potatoes,” he finally said.I glanced up, not quite meeting his eyes. “I used to love a lot of things.”He flinched, barely, and then looked down at his own plate. “I didn’t bring you here to fight.”“Then what did you bring me here for?” I asked, my voice even. “Because pretending we’re fine over grilled salmon isn’t exactly working.”He sighed. “I don’t know. I just thought… maybe if we sat down like normal people, it wouldn’t feel so impossible.”I picked up

Katelyn POVI was sitting in the magazine office, fingers curled around a warm mug of coffee, staring blankly at the screen. The soft clinking of keyboards and the faint hum of printers filled the air, but I wasn’t paying attention. My mind was still back in that cold, sterile prison visiting room, across from Cayden.He looked thinner than I remembered. Quieter. But no amount of remorse in his eyes could undo what he had done. I had stared at him for what felt like an eternity, my heart heavy but strangely calm. I wouldn’t waste another moment retaliating out of hatred. But I couldn’t forgive him either. Some things were too deep to mend with apologies.We were done. Completely.Love, I had come to realize, wasn’t always a fairytale. It didn’t always heal. Sometimes, it hurts more.So, I had made a decision, a firm one. I would focus on myself, on my future, my career.My phone buzzed. Rachel’s name lit up the screen. I picked it up.“Hey,” she said cheerfully. “I got us VIP pas

Katelyn’s POVScarlett stood beside Ethan with her usual fake sweetness, her hand casually grazing his arm like it belonged there. Her posture screamed innocence, but her eyes were sharp, watching me, waiting for a reaction.Her entire presence felt like a performance, and I was growing tired of the show. She tilted her head with that same smug smile, pretending not to notice the tension humming between us. Like always, she flaunted her connection to Ethan not just to feel powerful, but to provoke me.It worked, but not in the way she expected. I wasn’t jealous. I was disgusted.“Still playing the role of the devoted girlfriend?” I said quietly, but not softly enough for it to be missed.“Let’s be honest,” I said. “Everyone at this summit remembers what happened last time. She got slapped by Harland’s wife just right here. Publicly. And you think people forgot the rumors about her and Harland?”Scarlett’s face was drained of color.“You really brought a woman tangled in scandal to a

Ethan’s POVI stormed into the house, my footsteps echoing across the marble floor as if daring anyone to speak. I didn’t wait for a greeting, didn’t glance at the butler standing stiffly near the stairs. My pulse was still hammering in my ears, my jaw locked tight from everything that had just happened.Then I saw them.Katelyn’s slippers.Still neatly placed near the door. Still soft. Still hers.In my angry state, I didn’t want them there, didn’t want any trace of her in my space, not when she had walked away so easily. Not when she had let another man hold her in his arms while I stood there, watching like a fool.“Throw these out,” I barked, pointing at them without looking back. My voice was sharp. Cold. A command more than a request.The servant hesitated. “Sir, are you”“Did I stutter?”They disappeared without another word, and I turned toward my study.I thought if I worked, maybe I could shut it out. Maybe if I buried myself in documents and numbers, I wouldn’t keep seeing